Rebirth of HP

Speaking of which, Harry didn't know that people would be looking for him in the street after a while, and he was standing at the door of Ollivander's wand shop.He stared at the small and dilapidated shop as before, and memories of the past appeared in his mind again.After standing for a long time, Harry finally walked away with a relieved smile.

"Good afternoon." As soon as he stepped into the store, Ollivander greeted him and said softly.

"Hello." Harry said stiffly.For some reason, even though he was very old psychologically, Harry still couldn't relax when he saw those silver eyes.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Ollivander in a low voice, "I know I'll see you soon, Harry Potter. I have to say, your eyes are as pretty as your mother's, but you Your father's hair is nothing like your father's, oh, you know, he's always messed up. Ten and a quarter inches long, as I recall, willow...yes, your mother's wand...your father's was It's different, eleven inches long, mahogany, pliable, stronger, better for Transfiguration..."

Ollivander walked over slowly, getting closer and closer to Harry. Harry felt his hair stand on end, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but stiffen.He didn't want Mr. Ollivander to continue nagging, who knew if he would break all the wands of those members of the Potter family, how long would it take? "Sir, can I buy a wand? . . . "

"Oh, of course, let's start." Harry saw a trace of regret in his eyes, he could understand the craftsman's desire to communicate, but he really didn't have the mood to listen slowly, and then Mr. Ollivander took out a long measuring tape with silver markings from his pocket. "Mr. Potter, which hand do you prefer to use?"

"Er, left hand, sir." It hadn't occurred to Harry to make his elder wand a second wand, since the left hand was the same as the right anyway - that's what Helga told herself later.

Ollivander measured Harry from head to toe before letting him try on his wand.

Harry tried wand after wand, wand after wand, causing one small disaster after another.The smile on his face became more and more rigid, and all this gave Harry the urge to say directly to Mr. Ollivander, "Just take out Voldemort's brother wand", but Harry still held back .At last, when he could bear it no longer, Mr. Ollivander drew the eleven-inch holly and phoenix-feather wand from the shelf.With some hesitation, he handed it to Harry's hand: "Eleven inches long, holly wood, phoenix tail feathers."

Harry looked at the wand, smiled unnaturally, took the wand, and as soon as his fingers touched the wand, he immediately felt his fingertips heat up, and the wand gave off a golden-red glow.Mr. Ollivander hadn't commented yet, the wand suddenly split from the tip, which made both Mr. Ollivander and Harry startled.

"Oh, Merlin! This child is so fragile! What a poor child." Mr. Ollivander took away the cracked wand and put it on the counter a little sadly. I blamed him, so I quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Potter, you don't have to blame yourself. Well, Mr. Potter... is really a funny little gentleman, but you don't have to worry, let me think about it... picky By the way, maybe that one will suit you." After speaking, Mr. Ollivander ran to the back hall energetically and began to search.

Harry heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and continued teasing Phoenix while chatting with the basilisk in a low voice.Through the window, he saw many familiar faces, and it took a while before Mr. Ollivander took out a mithril box in disgrace.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, come on, open it," said Mr. Ollivander, laughing. "Here's a very pretty boy. You'll like it."

With some doubts, Harry opened the mithril box, and at that moment a holy breath rushed over his face, and then a wand flew out of it, circled around Harry, and then came out from Harry's robe Harry's own elder wand flew out, and the wands spun around each other for a moment before falling into Harry's left and right hands.

"Oh, let me see, extraordinary combination, Mr. Potter, this is really a bold idea... Elderwood staff body, ancient dragon jade handle, thestral heartstrings, thirteen inches... this must be inherited from the Potter family It's an ancient skill, it's amazing...it's really powerful and mysterious." Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand in Harry's right hand and exclaimed.

"Sir, that's too flattering, but, sir, is it?" Harry waved his wand in his left hand.

"Oh, that's a remarkable combination, too, Mr Potter, Ollivanders have made wands for generations, and this was the last wand my great-grandfather made...a completely new venture...not just any wood, but a wand made of It is an opal that can strengthen personal ability and talent, and make people have the ability to execute decisively. The handle is the horn sacrificed by a unicorn, and the core of the staff is even rarer. It is said that it is the long hair of the royal family of light elves." Mr. Ollivander said, turning and going to the counter to pick up the cracked wand, "I remember every wand I ever sold, every single one, Mr. Potter. The man who can't even mention his name bought it from me." Wand, a combination of thirteen and a half inches of yew and phoenix feathers. I made two wands from the two tail feathers of this phoenix, and gave one to him. A magic wand will belong to you, but obviously, although this child has chosen you, he cannot bear your magic power..." Mr. Ollivander thought thoughtfully, "But one thing is for sure, the future of Mr. Potter Far more splendid than the man whose name must not be mentioned, is the wand-chosen magician, Mr Potter, and your two wands are such a remarkable combination!"

"So, sir, how much Galleons should I pay you?" Harry asked.

"I think this kid also wants to follow you all the time, Mr. Potter..." Mr. Ollivander put the cracked wand back into the box, and handed it to Harry. "A total of 107 Galleons, thank you."

Harry paid the money, inserted the wands into his cuffs habitually, then took the split holly wand from Mr. Ollivander, put it in a box, and handed it to Kelly. Ollivander kept murmuring behind his back: "Wonderful... really wonderful... really amazing..."

For Harry himself, he didn't think it was a miracle, because he knew how domineering the wand he made, I am afraid that only the newly bought wand could hold it. The wand chooses its owner, and at the same time recognizes The other wands of the master, if the other wands of the same master are weaker, the weaker wand can only be destroyed, and sacrifice all its attributes to the other wands of the master.This is the principle on which the wands operate.

He took out his pocket watch to check the time, walked out of the wand shop, and said to Kelly: "Kelly, take your things back first, and tell Iran that I won't be going back for lunch at noon. I want to go to Knockturn Alley. I need to go to Knockturn Alley. Find something."

"Yes, master." Kelly knew very well what the master was capable of, so she didn't say much, and immediately disappeared in front of Harry with her things.

Harry had only taken two steps alone, when he suddenly felt that he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and then, a whisper-like voice that made him breathless came to his ears: "Ha Leigh Potter..."

Harry's first reaction when he heard this voice was - impossible!Just as he was about to convince himself to move on, he found that his shoulder was held by a hand.

"Has the great gray majesty even forgotten his own name?" Harry was dumbfounded again when he heard the familiar cynical tone in these words, and after digesting for a while, he planned to turn around.

However, in the next second Harry's brain was turned into a pot of paste by someone's actions——

A hand, a hand that had made him wonder for so many years, grabbed the little hand under Harry's robe, and then the voice commanded again: "Now, if you don't want me to suspect something in your head If things turn into useless achnatherum, follow me right away."

The motor nerves of a certain boy eroded by the venom were quite good, and before the master's brain center gave orders, he had already followed the black figure away.Although the staggering appearance made people feel sympathetic, but after seeing clearly who was pulling the boy, the students who were shopping on the street were all frightened and gave way, and no one went up to ask for trouble. ——Severus Snape, the scariest professor of potions at Hogwarts, the king of snakes in the cellar, and the excellent head of the Prince family.

Who knows where that child offended His Majesty the Snake King?It actually made His Majesty the Snake King look so dark—couldn't this kid steal something from His Majesty the Snake King? —Oh, Merlin!

I have to say that the onlookers are great, they can see the truth of the matter so easily——

Yes, some green-eyed thief who made the Snake King black-faced indeed stole something recklessly, and it took 40 years and a death.

He succeeded in stealing the cold heart of the last prince, and successfully warmed it up.

Let's congratulate this successful thief...

Of course, some petty thief deserves some grilling before celebrating, no?